the five-isled city

“Your Honor,” the young man said, “I just can’t live with my wife anymore. She’s a hobosexual.” “Just one moment,” interrupted the judge. “Don’t you mean homosexual?” “I mean hobosexual. You see, my wife’s a bum lay.”

As cities grow they try to claim landscapes for themselves, changing them gradually into manscapes.

We have already seen that repetition can focus on segmentable linguistic form as opposed to semantic meaning.